Without Wings This morning, I feel like flour, falling through a sieve Leaving soft white layers of myself behind I am as light as wings Giddy with the power of flight How soon will reality bring me down? ©AnitaDawes 2022
Mindlovemisery Photo Challenge #404 #Poetry
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Such clever imagery, Anita!
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Beautifully expressed!
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Thank you… 🐠🪴
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Begs to be the outline for a short ballet.❤
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My pleasure. The image of a ballerina just came to mind as I read your poem; the lightness and the floating/flowing was captivating.
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Beautiful lines
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Reblogged this on NEW BLOG HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Thanks for sharing, Michael!
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